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Notice of two events TONIGHT of interest to downtown cultural historians:

First, at the Ottendorfer Library (135 Seconds Ave.), a panel on preservation efforts on the Lower East Side, sponsored by the Lower East Side History Project. 6 pm.

Second, at Judson Memorial Church (Washington Square Park South), a memorial service for Harry Koutoukas, a cornerstone of the LES theater scene for decades. Start time unannounced, but more info about Koutoukas can be found at warholstars.org. At that site I found this memorial sermon, preached at Judson last Sunday, by one of the community ministers, Michael Ellick:

(h/t Carey Abrams)

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Things happening on the Web or IRT outside my neighborhood.

The Jane Jacobs of Gowanus [Found in Brooklyn]

The passing of a Harlem-born Tuskegee Airman [Harlem Bespoke]

Feeling hopeful at Staten Island’s Snug Harbor Cultural Center [snug-harbor.org]

Following Idiotarod 2010 from BK to Queens [Gothamist]

Coming-of-age clichés: Bronx edition [NYTimes]

Photo credit: An ephemeral scene on the Wmsburg Bridge, via Restless

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As ususal, I’m spending my Friday below 14th Street in Manhattan. Hooray for the Internets!

Kevin Walsh heads out to Brighton Beach and Coney Island [Forgotten NY]

And we hear rumors that the new amusement park will be named after an old one [Amusing the Zillion]

Willing to brave the cold? Take a self-guided graffiti tour of Bushwick and East Williamsburg [offManhattan]

Late link to photos of a late lunch with Pale Male [Urban Hawks]

Sunday lecture: Kerouac in Queens [NYC Parks & Rec]

Worst neighborhood name in New York history? Linoleumville, Staten Island, though some commentators would vote for Flushing instead. [Ephemeral New York]

And finally: Video montage of burned-out Bronx cityscapes in the 70s and 80s [Welcome to Melrose; h/t BoogieDowner]

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East River Plaza’s Costco lays off 160 workers; apparently NYers don’t have room to buy in bulk [Harlem Bespoke]

Benefit TONIGHT for Tuli Kupferberg at St. Ann’s, featuring Flutterbox,  John Zorn, Lenny Pickett, Christine Ohlman, Sonic Youth, Lou Reed, John Kruth, Peter Stampfel and Tuli’s fellow Fug, Ed Sanders [Now I've Heard Everything]

Breaking down NYC pizza by borough/neighborhood: The Astoria Slice, pictured above [Newtown Pentacle]

Bronx-based William S. Burroughs look-a-like robbing shops in the Village [New York Times, via BoogieDowner]

A guide to Staten Island’s Hills: Look to them! [Ape Shall Not Kill Ape]

Astoria Slice photo by Mitch Waxman

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Apologies in advance. Also, parental advisory. Tipper, that means you.

(via Animal)

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I’m sure most of you are listed out by the last week of the year, but I’ve had a few “best of 2009″ posts I’ve wanted to put up over the last month without ever managing to pull them together. So bear with me.

Like most people who listen to and write about what’s still somehow called “indie” music, I was simultaneously pleased by and wary of the big Brooklyn breakthrough, the culmination of five or six years of scene-building across the river. The three albums I played in 2009 more than any others — Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion, Grizzly Bear’s Veckatimest, and Dirty Projectors’ Bitte Orca — have topped any number of lists, and they top mine too. If, like a close friend of mine, you don’t care for what he calls the “choir” bands, this music may not suit you. But I could IV these albums to my brain 24/7 and never quite tire of them; and as a cultural historian interested in “scenes,” I’m quite taken by the fact that these folks all know each other, and to greater or lesser degrees collaborate and cross-pollinate. (DP’s Angel Deradoorian, for instance, also plays in Department of Eagles, the side-project of Grizzly Bear’s Daniel Rossen, and over time there’s been a little inter-band romance among the Brooklyn triumvirate as well.)

I’ve followed all three bands since 2004 or so, which lets me off the hook from feeling like a media tool. I’m still a little disoriented that my tops coincided with Pitchfork’s so perfectly, though. Typically I see Pitchfork’s top choice as a little time-bound, something that won’t be around four or five years down the line. (Their top album of 2003 was by The Rapture, for instance. How long has it been since you’ve dusted off that CD, if you ever even owned it?) But folks are already covering the newest Animal Collective songs, which suggests there may be a future for this tribal soundtrack after the pot clouds have dispersed. I would have put both DP and GB ahead of AC in terms of songs and albums, but maybe that’s just me.

My fourth favorite NYC album of the year was the recovered treasure chest that is Connie Converse’s How Sad, How Lovely, which doesn’t appear on most critics’ end-of-year lists but really should.

Three of my favorite songs this year not only emerge from New York scenes, past and present, but also speak to conditions of apartment living in ways that complement one another nicely. I’d wanted to bring this trio together in a post about my favorite songs of the summer earlier this year, but never got around to it.

The first is a reworking of the song that topped Pitchfork’s songs list: Animal Collective’s “My Girls.” Amanda Petrusich’s spot-on write-up for the Pitchfork list pegs it as an anthem for new adults,

a life preserver for people tottering on the precipice of adulthood. Panda Bear might be apologetic about his craving (“I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things,” he hedges), but “My Girls” is ultimately a celebration of the simplification–of desire, of priorities– that comes with growing up.

Maybe so, but the pressures to provide are still fresh even for this old man. Maybe the song’s about the perpetual drive to grow up, something my generation’s done a good job resisting. While “My Girls” was very likely my most-played track this year — and comes with a video well worth watching in its own right — I actually came to prefer a mashup with the song “Your Love” by old-school NYC/Chicago underground dance DJ Frankie Knuckles. It makes me want to party like it’s 1989:

When I first heard the chorus to the Animal Collective original, I couldn’t quite make out the words and misheard the lines in the chorus — “I just want / Four walls and adobe slats / For my girls” — as “I just want / Four walls and an East Side flat / for my girls.” And I kind of like it better that way. Adobe? In Brooklyn? Or is the desire for a “proper house” eventually going to drive Panda Bear to New Mexico?

More songs about buildings and love: Here’s Connie Converse’s “Empty Pocket Waltz,” about the freedom to dance once you’ve scraped all your change together to make rent (sign-in to lala may be required to hear the full song, but it will be worth it):

And finally, a song from 2008, but one I listened to over and over again in the summer of 2009 — David Byrne and Brian Eno’s “Strange Overtones,” a song about hearing your neighbor singing through thin apartment walls:

With its throwback to 80s beats I thought of it as a nice companion piece to the Animal Collective/Frankie Knuckles mashup.

Byrne was involved in another of my favorite songs (and live performances) of 2009: his collaboration with Dirty Projectors on “Knotty Pine,” my favorite track from the almost uniformly enjoyable Dark Was the Night compilation:

Aside from the recent DP show at Bowery, one of my favorite sets from an NYC band came early in the year, when Grizzly Bear rolled out most of the songs from Veckatimest at BAM with the Brooklyn Phil backing. As much as I enjoyed the new stuff, I really dug what the orchestra did with some of their earlier songs. Back to the theme of apartment living, here’s Yellow House’s “Easier,” orchestrated by the wunderkind composer Nico Muhly, who’s playing piano on the far left side of the stage:

And as far as the Grizzlies themselves go, “Two Weeks” was deservedly the universally praised video, though the one for “While You Wait for the Others” is also pretty amazing. As is this one, for “Ready, Able.” In fact, maybe this is my favorite video of the year:

For the sheer thrill of it, though, I loved where Sonic Youth went for their video to “Sacred Trickster”:

And you? What were your favorite NYC-based songs/albums of the year?

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If you’re looking for a warm nook to shelter you from the storm, today’s the last day for the DBA East Village crafts fair. Last week I bought some knitted goods, homemade jams and butters, and some handsewn bags and such for the ladies in my life (who, luckily, don’t really read this site and hence won’t have their surprises spoiled). Today I’m going back for some small ceramics. Everything’s sold by the folks who made it. I stole some truffles when my daughter wasn’t looking and can say with confidence she’s onto something good.

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Will I get out of my lower Manhattan neighborhood this weekend? Maybe only virtually. But perhaps there’s something here that will be useful to you …

A treasure trove of holiday advice, from 25 Brooklyn gifts for under $25 to borough-specific volunteering opportunities. [Brokelyn]

Meet the Garabedian family, Pelham Parkway’s most decked-out decorators, with updates to follow. [BoogieDowner]

A vintage tea party on the V train to LIC (and more “nostalgia train” dates!). [Gothamist]

Harlem School of the Arts holiday shows today and tomorrow. [Harlem Bespoke]

Santa is expected to show up for Breakfast with the Beasts tomorrow at the Staten Island Zoo. We’re still bummed we missed SI’s singing nun spectacular. Next year!

Nostalgia train photo at top by Zodak via Gothamist.

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We’re pleased to join with a group of other NYC blogs in a collaboratively produced 2009 holiday guide. See the bottom of this entry for links to participating sites.

nissenbaum.jpgHow about putting a little history in your holiday basket? Stephen Nissenbaum’s The Battle for Christmas is a perennial favorite around these parts.

Nissenbaum, in a highly entertaining narrative, shows not only that the American version of the holiday has been commercial from the start (the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade was a late arrival on that front), but also that it’s what you’d call an “invented tradition.” All the bits about Dutch origins were part of an effort among nineteenth-century New York gentry — the self-anointed Knickerbocker set — to create a colonial cultural heritage for themselves by establishing the social preeminence of their Dutch lineage, real or imagined. A byproduct: Santa Claus was able to sidestep an earlier Puritan bias against celebrating Christmas in the American colonies. Cyrus has summarized Nissenbaum’s argument here before, but Santa Claus was smuggled into New York by the group of patricians also responsible for the New-York Historical Society (especially John PIntard) and writer-friends such as Washington Irving and Clement Clarke Moore.

Irving doesn’t need so much introduction, but many readers may not have heard of Moore, or if they have they know him only for his poem “A Visit from St. Nicolas,” more familiarly known by its first line: “Twas the night before Christmas.” But Moore left his imprint all over the city, especially in Chelsea, the neighborhood named after his family estate. (His father was both the president of Columbia College and New York’s Protestant Episcopal Bishop; his grandfather, a British officer, had purchased farmland in Chelsea in the 1750s, but the Moores had owned land in Queens since the 1650s.) After graduating Columbia as valedictorian in 1798, Moore dabbled in belles lettres and anti-Jeffersonian pamphleteering, compiled a two-volume English-Hebrew lexicon, and donated the land for the General Theological Seminary, where he was a professor of classical languages for three decades. (The seminary still stands, filling the entire block from Ninth to Tenth Avenues between West 20th and 21st Streets.)

Nissenbaum’s The Battle for Christmas is especially good on making Moore’s famous “A Visit from St. Nicolas,” written in 1822, come alive in new ways. Ever wonder why the poem’s narrator was so quick to spring from his bed to see what was the matter (rhymes with “clatter”)? He probably thought a house-break was in progress. Christmas in early nineteenth-century New York, Nissenbaum suggests, had started to take on some of the elements of English seasonal misrule. But what had traditionally served as an escape valve — allowing laborers to let off some steam but ultimately keeping social order in check — was turning increasingly violent as a new industrial order demanded more of workers without giving much back. The mobs of working-class carolers who had traditionally demanded that rich folk bring them some figgy pudding — insisting that they wouldn’t leave until they get some — were evolving into “Callithumpian bands” parading in the street making noise and committing acts of petty larceny. (One contemporary described these roving bands as made up of “Negroes, servants, boys, and other disorderly persons.”)

I won’t give much more away, but Nissenbaum argues that the significance of Moore’s poem was to silence a little of that seasonal clatter, tame it to protect polite audiences. Santa Claus is a housebreaker, sure, but he’s bringing gifts for the kiddies. The “patron-client exchange” that had defined seasonal misrule (“We won’t go until we get some!”) shifted to a parent-child exchange that made Christmas a domestic holiday rivaled only by the invented tradition of American Thanksgiving, taking shape around the same time. Moore’s poem helped make Christmas “a practical simple ritual that almost any household could perform.” The upshot: we have nineteenth-century New Yorkers, not seventeenth-century New Amsterdammers or their Old World parents, to thank for the cult of St. Nick and for Christmas trees. (Speaking of Christmas trees …)

How to thank Mr. Moore? You might, like Cyrus’s family, make his poem part of your own holiday ritual. (He recommends the pop-up edition by Robert Sabuda.) Or try one of these annual Moore Advent events:

Chelsea Community Church (346 W. 20th St.) holds an annual candlelight service and reading of Moore’s poem. This year’s event happens on December 13 at 6 pm. According to the NYC Parks & Rec website, at the nearby Clement Clarke Moore Park (W 22nd St. at 10th Ave.), neighborhood folk gather on the Sunday before Christmas for a reading of his poem. A similar event takes place uptown, in Washington Heights, at the Church of the Intercession (155th St. and Broadway), where people gather for carols, a reading of Moore’s poem, and a candlelight march to Moore’s grave site, in the Trinity Cemetery on 155th Street. This celebration has apparently been going on since 1911; this year it takes place December 20 at 4 pm.

A few other historically oriented seasonal suggestions:

If you’d like to seek out a patrician New York Christmas that predates Moore’s poem (and hence is decidedly not Santa-centered), check the seasonal calendar for the eighteenth-century Van Cortlandt House Museum in the Bronx.

Jewish historians of Christmas, Episcopalian compilers of Hebrew lexicons, and Tin Pan Alley’s Jewish Christmas Broadway musicals notwithstanding, maybe Christmas just isn’t your thing? Then you probably already know the traditional alternative for December 25 is dim sum. We’re not exactly sure when this practice started, but the big decision, these days, is whether to go with Jing Fong or Golden Unicorn. When you’re finished eating, work off some calories on Big Onion’s 19th Annual Dec. 25 walking tour of the old Jewish Lower East Side.

George Balanchine’s Nutcracker has been a tradition in New York City since 1954. The very thought may make you yawn. If so, did you know that Uptown Dance Academy has been performing Black Nutcracker since 1995? Catch it at the Apollo Theater on December 22nd; proceeds go toward a new studio for the kids.

If you’d like to revive a non-commercial historic NYC holiday tradition, try “calling on” (visiting) as many friends as possible on New Year’s Day. You’ll need to bring the equivalent of a photographic calling card to leave behind. I suppose you could do something like this on Facebook, but we’re fans of the slow media version that requires actual travel from house to house. We wrote about it last holiday season, as did our friend Esther at Ephemeral New York.

A final suggestion for those who’d prefer to bring a little misrule back to your yule: you might consider joining in the annual Parade of Santas in Santacon NYC 2009, on December 12. Be warned: though some participants will be decked out in period costumes, you may also encounter pub crawlers with puke in their beards. (Putting the ho back in ho! ho! ho! since 1994. A little Santacon history here.) We suggest it in the spirit of the nineteenth-century Callithumpian bands, mentioned above.

Discover lots more in the 2009 “NYC Bloggers Do the Holidays” Guide:

Brooklyn Based:
Home for the Holidays

Give and Get:
Tis The Season to Volunteer

the improvised life:
unwrapping the holidays

Manhattan User’s Guide:
The Gift Guide

Mommy Poppins:
Offbeat and Multicultural Family Holiday Events

NY Barfly:
It’s the Holidays, Time to Drink

NewYorkology:
Big-ticket holiday shows: Nutcracker, Rockettes, Wintuk

offManhattan:

Ten Holiday Getaways Near NYC

the skint:
30 days of skintmas – a cheap (or free!) holidays-in-nyc-treat for every day of the season

The Strong Buzz:

Holiday Eats Old and New

WFMU’s Beware of the Blog: Happy Freakin’ Holidays Playlist
Walking Off the Big Apple
:
The Thin Man Walk: A New York Holiday Adventure with Nick and Nora Charles

If you write a NYC-oriented blog and would like to contribute to a future group post, please let us know!

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